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FOR THE SUPER TRIFECTA WIN!!
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For some reason I thought Monday was December 1st.

Guess I should go ahead and pay rent then. And I was planning on going to the strip club tonight. Dag nabbit.
 
Yep, I have clients coming home today and I have not completed their job :facepalm
 
Had to start my Turkey Carcass soup today because the cats were conspiring to get into the fridge to pick the bones.

Now to do house stuff while the smells of soup fill the air.
 
I was also out of coffee creamer so it was a twofer trip to Walmart for soup making supplies.
 
They got to meet Santa last night and then slept past 2... So I was up from most of the night waiting for one of them to move so I could feed them.

This morning, they are in their 7 foot playpen, but want to be on top of each other no matter where you place them or what toys are involved. This results in the bottom twin to scream. If you put one outside the cage, they want in to the cage and will scream at each other through the mesh.

If you take one into the other room to make Turkey Carcass soup, it gets quiet in the kitchen. The cage however gets steadily louder until you return.

Muppet Christmas Special wasn't a big hit.

Now we're watching Elmo save Christmas and it's actually quiet. They're still trying to baby-stack, but less upset when they accomplish it.

Or, you can sit in the cage and hold one or both, but then you can't do anything else. But it's quiet...
 
Well I finally reached my breaking point. Who would have thought that never having a moment for yourself, and catering to every fucking person except yourself would lead to a nervous breakdown? I mean, it's not like the warning signs haven't been there. It's not like I haven't been screaming at the top of my lungs "I hate my life and I am about to lose my shit. Who would have thought attempting to cook an egg would be the thing? Actually that makes sense as I cannot cook a fucking egg to save my life.

Anyways, I am making some major fucking life decisions. Number one. Me. I am number one. Number two. Me. I am number two. Me. Me. Me. No more Christmases at my house. Thanksgiving is done. Never again. The mother-in-lay unit is becoming my man cave. I am sick and tired fo living the way I am now and it changes today.
 
Congratulations Mike!!! I am glad to hear this. So many of us have to make similar commitments to ourselves. That last straw is always such a feather in retrospect but it's all that is needed to tip the scale.
 
i am changing linens because it's Sunday and scrubbing out the tub. i need to print out a few shipping labels - in case - and pack my bag as i wanna transfer a few things down there. i land at sfo at 8:00 tonight. :)
 
Also changing linens because they smelled like puppy. Probably could have hung them to dry today, but the dryer was right there and the door was already open.
 
i will hang mine to dry inside. trey assembled another drying rack that means i can dry a full bed worth of linens inside.

i like the feel of air dried everything. #weirdo.
 
Brokenlink said:
Well I finally reached my breaking point. Who would have thought that never having a moment for yourself, and catering to every fucking person except yourself would lead to a nervous breakdown? I mean, it's not like the warning signs haven't been there. It's not like I haven't been screaming at the top of my lungs "I hate my life and I am about to lose my shit. Who would have thought attempting to cook an egg would be the thing? Actually that makes sense as I cannot cook a fucking egg to save my life.

Anyways, I am making some major fucking life decisions. Number one. Me. I am number one. Number two. Me. I am number two. Me. Me. Me. No more Christmases at my house. Thanksgiving is done. Never again. The mother-in-lay unit is becoming my man cave. I am sick and tired fo living the way I am now and it changes today.
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Breathe deeply and embrace your Epiphany!
 
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